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Tweak says, "I'm coming undone"

cashew (cashew) wrote,
@ 2009-10-17 12:53:00

Current mood:

bouncy

Happy B-Day Tanith!
I shall write you whatever porn you want, because I'm broke due to hospital fees. :P

Hope you enjoy getting older. XD

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	tanithryudo 2009-10-17 06:24 pm UTC (link)
	hugs What if I ask you to write Chinese pr0n? (I kid, I kid :P) Hm... Pet Shop of Horrors? Eh... I don't think you remember those chars anymore... How about a xxxHolic/Legal Drug xover. Not that I want the pairings to change, but something like a double date while "on assignment" for both couples maybe. ^^ No angst, no deaths, plz. (Reply to this) (Thread)

Fluff

cashew
2009-10-17 10:00 pm UTC (link)

Okay, so I can totally expand this story to put more (real) porn in, but it's difficult to write two pairings at the same time, so it's all told from one POV. And if you think this doesn't make sense? You should probably catch up on xxxHolic. :P

Anyway, fic!
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“Irasshaimase!” chorused Maru and Moro.

Watanuki twitched at the girls’ high pitched voice, but did not bother to lift himself up to greet the customers. He did, however, attempt to take another puff at Yuuko’s pipe, the opium did well to sooth his usually frayed nerves, but that was quickly confiscated by a glowering Doumeki.

Watanuki leaned over the edge of the couch to glare listlessly at his upside-down companion.

“Hello?”

A tentative voice rang through the shop and Watanuki waved his hand to the returning twins, dismissing them from the meeting. They bowed in synchrony before retreating to wherever it was that they disappeared to during business hours.

“Welcome to my shop, Kazahaya-kun,” he greeted, the words swirling against his tongue as he watched the small, blonde figure step in from the sliding paper doors. His looks were still the same, years after their first meeting at the Green Drugstore, when Yuuko-san had sent him to buy hangover cures.

Beside him stood his companion, dark-haired and wearing a perpetual scowl, one even more severe than Doumeki’s.

“You have a wish,” he intoned when his customer finally stopped in the meeting room. Kazahaya’s nose was twitching, no doubt smelling the incense that burned all night at the altar with no name plate.

Kazahaya’s response was predictably spastic, similar to how he had been during his first visit, Watanuki observed with some sardonic satisfaction. However, it was his companion (Rikuo was his name?) that finally spoke up.

“We’re here to collect an artifact for the boss.” Short, direct, and too the point, the words grated on Watanuki’s nerves. They sounded much too similar to the harangue from another person who shall not be named.

“Yes, and payment?” he asked back, one palm outstretched, waiting. They were strangers to the shop, but their employer, not so much.

The duo blushed at his words, making Watanuki blink once more. How interesting. After much silence, one of them finally muttered an indecipherable answer.

“Pardon?” Watanuki felt his brow go up at the words.

“A date,” Kazahaya bit out, his face red as beet, “a double date.”

Denial was on the tip of Watanuki’s tongue when the man behind him spoke up instead, “We’ll do it.”

Another pause, this time it was Watanuki’s turn to feel the red creep up his throat and to his face. Breathing as slowly as he could, he turned to his companion, eyes narrowed as he emphasized, “No, we will not.”

“Hitsuzen,” was all Doumeki had to say before reaching out to shake on the business deal with Rikuo, leaving Watanuki floundering for words.

Finally, a breath and a half later, Watanuki managed, “Who do you think you are? This is my shop, these are my customers, and I will decide what is acceptable payment!”

The last word was high enough that it made his voice crack.

Doumeki, however, just stared over his shoulder with a bland expression. His words were flat when he answered, “It’s Yuuko’s shop.”

And that was all. Watanuki felt the fight leave him and fell back (when had he stood up?) into the couch’s soft cushions.

He was getting a headache from the incense fumes. Supporting one throbing temple in a hand, he nodded in agreement and asked for a time, a place, and any other specifics that this hitsuzen had decided to throw in.

He felt a vicious stab of satisfaction to noting his customers weren’t particularly keen on the subject either. More details and embarrassed mumblings later, the two left, leaving Watanuki in blissful peace.

That is, until Doumeki demanded, “I’m hungry.”

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Fluff Part 2

cashew
2009-10-17 10:01 pm UTC (link)

When the date came, Watanuki was annoyed to find the weather cheerily sunny. Puffs of white clouds floated across an azure sky, shifting and turning in the stratosphere, merrily tumbling away without a single care.

Inside Watanuki’s heart, however, a dark storm was brewing. Annoyance at the early morning hour (which meant getting up even earlier than usual to clean the shop), fighting with an uncooperative and sleepy Doumeki (you’d never knew he grew up in a temple with his penchant for sleeping in), and placating Mokona’s morning sake appetite was trying enough on a good day. On a day where he was to forcibly exit the shop on a date of all things, it was simply a tribulation he could do without.

It mattered not one wit that the date was set in the afternoon, it was still early. Watanuki could barely remember what it had felt like to wake before the dawn for school.

Kazahaya was looking similarly miserable as he and Doumeki approached the theme park entrance. Rikuo, on the other hand, wore his usual stoic scowl. Watanuki looked into the distant Ferris wheel, a spinning metal contraption of death twinkling under the sun, and sighed with resignation. After spending years in the dusty rooms of the shop, the crisp autumn air stun his lungs.

“Come on,” he told his companions, but mostly speaking to Kazahaya who had been looking at the ground in misery, “let’s get this over with as soon as we can.”

The quartet began the journey in silence, Watanuki and Doumeki trailing behind his customers, watching and observing. For all that he had been unwilling, Kazahaya was getting over his depression rather quickly, his attention scattered across the various entertainment booths and the shiny prizes that they contain.

In unison, they stopped at a shooting range as Kazahaya stared at the stuffed rabbit on the prize shelf, obviously enamored with the toy, but not enough to willingly get suckered into a rigged game. Watanuki smiled a bit at the child-like innocence that was radiating from his customer, suddenly reminded of Himawari-chan’s optimism during high school, back before everything changed.

“Want me to win it for you?”

Rikuo’s gruff voice jerked Watanuki out from his daydreaming, focusing back on the scene at hand, where a red faced Kazahaya was suddenly yelling, something about how he can win the damn rabbit himself, he’s not some girl who can’t shoot and the damn game’s rigged anyway.

Watanuki blinked at the outburst.

“He sounds like you,” Doumeki’s voice husked low against his ear and Watanuki jerked instinctively away at the brush of hot air.

He glared at his “date” from the corner of his eye, Doumeki’s face blurred into a flesh colored oval without the corrective lenses, and muttered, “What would you know,” under his breath. He had to look up this time (when will Doumeki stop growing?), his annoyance increasing at the reminder of their differences once more. This was why he hated leaving the shop at all these days.

Turning back to the two before him, Watanuki watched as Rikuo tossed the large stuffed bunny towards Kazahaya and turned in time to avoid seeing Kazahaya’s fumbling attempt to catch the toy.

He didn’t see Kazahaya’s confused gaze either and Watanuki shook his head at the display. A voice in the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like Mokona’s cheerful chirrup was commenting on what good friends they were and how they act just like he and Doumeki. Watanuki scowled at the voice internally, if only because what it said was a lie.

Doumeki never offered to shoot a rabbit for him. It was only ever the spirits of little old ladies.

They continued their double date, Kazahaya and Rikuo beginning to visibly relax as they bickered – mostly with Kazahaya yelling that he’s not a girl and Rikuo buying him things afterwards, whether to placate or to be deliberately obnoxious, Watanuki didn’t know. He didn’t think Kazahaya truly minded as much as he let on, either.

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Fluff Part 3

cashew
2009-10-17 10:03 pm UTC (link)

As the day dimmed into evening, Kazahaya had managed to polish off two cotton candies, a bag of popcorn, more hot dogs than anyone can count, and was working on a candied apple. Rikuo had taken to complaining about his wallet.

“Come on, let’s do the Ferris wheel next!”

Watanuki blinked at Kazahaya’s exuberance, noting with some amusement (after being chased by monster spirits and almost eaten by a demon spider, he didn’t think he could be truly surprised anymore) that Kazahaya’s earlier reluctance was no longer to be found. In fact, in his excitement, Kazahaya had taken to dragging Rikuo around by one sticky hand, making his partner grimace as he trotted obediently after. The toy rabbit, somehow still pristine of food, was tucked safely under one arm, bobbing as they ran.

“We should probably give them some time alone,” Doumeki observed, mouth curiously empty of food. He’d taken on look at the food stalls’ offerings before turning away; Watanuki did the same.

“Probably,” Watanuki agreed as he watched his two customers grow ever smaller in the throng of people, their shadows melting into the haze of lights. When he could no longer see their backs, he added, “You can stop looking at me.”

Doumeki said nothing, so Watanuki glared up, his neck craning back to meet Doumeki’s eyes. “I’m fine, you can stop now.”

Dark eyes speckled by golden light stared back, sharp under half open eyelids and Watanuki swallowed in reflex at the intense gaze. Four years ago, he would have yelled, demanding if something was on his face and why doesn’t Doumeki take a picture, it’ll last longer. Now, he just leans back under the scrutiny, wondering what Doumeki saw, the child being chased by malicious spirits or the new powerless owner of the Dimension Witch’s shop.

“Your face is pale.”

“Thank you, Einstein,” Watanuki retorted, a scowl forming on his face. “I’m sure that has some relevance to whatever it is that your thinking, but the rest of us are not capable of following your leaps of logic. Care to explain?”

He watched as the line of Doumeki’s mouth visibly hardened, lips thinning as he turned his face away. Another time, Watanuki would have thought Doumeki was angry at him, but now he knew better. Doumeki never looked away when he was angry and even more rarely silent, as he was now.

“It’s nothing,” Watanuki assured his companion, turning to walk to the Ferris wheel. Or he would have had a large, hard hand not stopped him in his tracks and dragged him, rather forcefully into the nearby darkness, behind the brightly lit stalls and into a copse of trees.

Whatever Watanuki had prepared to say was swallowed back when he felt the rough brush of bark against his back and the heated accusing whisper breathed into his ear, “You’re shivering.”

There’s was hardly any light here away from the paved street of the theme park, but Watanuki could feel Doumeki’s presence, looming in the shadows beside him, his heat coming off in waves. Another sigh and Watanuki admitted defeat.

“Only because you won’t let me have my dose of opium today.”

“It’s –”

And Watanuki had heard this argument a million and one times, so he cut the voice off with his own, “It makes things easier.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Those were words that Watanuki had grown used to hearing, so he didn’t bother with a reply. He didn’t struggle either when warm arms encircled his shoulders, buffering him against the trees and the cold. A hard, square chin that could belong only to Doumeki rested on the top of his head, effectively cocooning him in the night.

Another long moment of silence of listening to each other breathe, and Watanuki asked, “What do you suppose they came for?”

“Respite,” Doumeki answered, his voice low and soft, heated puffs of air ruffled Watanuki’s hair with the word.

“And their payment?”

“This.”

Rough fingers tipped him back as soft warm lips mouthed Watanuki’s chilled ones, warming him from outside in. The buffering arms slid lower, wrapped around the small of his back, lifting and supporting as he was drawn closer into the darkened heat. For one moment, Watanuki allowed himself to close his eyes and accept the kiss, lightly feathered, washing away years of difference.

For a single moment, there was nothing but bliss.

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	So where'd you like the porn to start? cashew 2009-10-17 10:04 pm UTC (link)
	Let me know which part you'd like me to continue on: Rikuo/Kazahaya in the Ferris wheel or Doumeki/Watanuki screwing around in the trees. XD (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: So where'd you like the porn to start? tanithryudo 2009-10-18 12:49 am UTC (link)
	Doumeki/Watanuki, I guess. And yes, I have missed a lot of the Holic cannon. I was expecting something from the early Yuuko days when things were more happy-go-cracky and less angsty. But as long as they don't wallow too much it's fine. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Pr0nz Part 1

cashew
2009-10-18 03:12 am UTC (link)

Well, you're not missing much, but a few things might help you know what I'm referring to:

1. Watanuki took over the shop.

2. Watanuki cannot age or step out of the shop (at least not without consequences). (Obviously fudged with that rule.)

3. Doumeki does shopping for Watanuki because of #2.

4. Doumeki now lives with Watanuki at the shop. Yeah.

5. Watanuki's taken up Yuuko's opium habit and wearing extremely provocative clothing. Doumeki seems very used to all this.

Anyway, porn.
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Of course, the moment was destined to break, and Watanuki pulled back from the embrace, putting just enough space between him and Doumeki to feel the still wet puffs of air kissing his face. Here in the dark, it was hard to make out Doumeki’s features, towering above him and shadowed in the meager light. At the same time, the usually harsh lines of Doumeki’s face softened in the night, rounding to something far more intimate.

“That’s their payment?” Watanuki asked, his lips curving with his teasing tone. It was easier to be lighthearted when he couldn’t see just how much Doumeki had grown; easier to pretend they were still in high school, fighting like school boys.

Doumeki’s response was another kiss, this one harder, with a calloused hand tangled in his hair (years of kyuudo practice), the other one curving into the slight indent of his hips, grabbing through the thin material of his kimono. Arms of solid muscle and bone pressed him into Doumeki’s broad chest, tightening without give, like steel bands, and Watanuki had to open his mouth to gasp for air. Doumeki didn’t hesitate to take advantage of their changed positions, slipping a heated wet tongue into Watanuki’s gasping mouth.

Heat was suddenly everywhere, thrilling up and down his spine to pool low in his belly. The thin garment he habitually wore provided barely any cover for his wakening arousal and Watanuki could feel a similar hardness pressing into his belly.

In the meanwhile, Doumeki had managed to work a thigh between his legs, pressing slow and rough into Watanuki’s crotch, rubbing it in time to the thrusting of his tongue. Somewhere in the back of Watanuki’s mind, he registered a low groan, too rough to be his voice. The chest beneath his hands (when did they move there?) rumbled with the noise, like a machine or giant cat, trembling rhythmically and sending shivers up his arms.

When he began to see flashes of light and their need of oxygen got the better of them, Doumeki finally pulled off. Even in the dim light, Watanuki could make out the wetness of Doumeki’s mouth, and wondered idly if his own lips were quite as swollen. Doumeki clearly had no such wonderings as the hand in his hair tightened and pulled, forcing Watanuki to arch, exposing the length of his neck to Doumeki’s lips to attack as they will. The kisses were hard enough to bruise and Watanuki grunted at the small sting of a familiar bite.

“Don’t mark where people can see,” Watanuki warned, feeling Doumeki’s lips with every sound he spoke. The words must have penetrated through the haze of lust, since Doumeki pulled away just long enough to lave at the bite instead. The wet tongue traced an indiscernible pattern into his skin, most likely following teeth marks that were likely already swelling, leaving a trail of slickness that cooled quickly in the night air.

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Pr0nz Part 2

cashew
2009-10-18 03:13 am UTC (link)

Watanuki stayed there, held by the hair at the nape, spine arched back like a bow as Doumeki took his sweet time with his neck, thankfully only mouthing and licking rather than biting. He shivered at the random heat that was pressed into his skin, his jaw line, working towards his clavicle, interspersed with random nibbles and scrapes from teeth. The part of his mind that wasn’t completely and utterly focused on the sensations of Doumeki’s lips on his skin was mildly aware that he was no longer standing on the ground and, instead, most of his weight rested on the thigh that was pressing almost painfully into his crotch.

Working a hand around the length of Doumeki’s shoulder and over, just far enough to grab the short hair on his neck to pull, Watanuki forcibly dragged the exploring lips away, tugging none too gently. Doumeki grunted at the pain, but relented, giving Watanuki time to catch his breath.

The kimono he wore was completely ruined, Watanuki knew with certainty despite being unable to see. He could feel the seeping wetness at his crotch, clinging uncomfortably as it rubbed against too sensitive flesh. He had no doubt Doumeki’s suit pants were already stained beyond repair and found some satisfaction in the thought.

Catching Doumeki’s eyes, a barely there dark glitter in the shadows, Watanuki nudged in, bringing his lips down for another kiss, this one slightly more controlled albeit longer. His free hand, the one not clinging and twisting into Doumeki’s hair, slipped down, feeling for the bulge that was pressing hard into his belly. It wasn’t before long that, between another kiss and trying to twist into a more comfortable position, Watanuki felt the heated edge of metal of the belt buckle.

Trying to unbuckle the belt one handed was another matter entirely, made doubly difficult when Doumeki showed no inclination to help, his hands firmly affixed on Watanuki’s hips and in his hair. With a frustrated grunt, Watanuki bit into their kiss (how many was that?), feeling Doumeki flinch at the slight pain.

“Get it out,” he hissed, following the retreating lips to nip again. The movement caused him to shift and he couldn’t help the groan at the sudden pressure applied directly to his balls.

Doumeki ignored the order, his fingers merely tightening in on their hold as he tried to press even closer, trapping Watanuki’s hand between cock and belly, his fingers scrabbling uselessly against slick cloth.

“Doumeki, if you don’t get it out, I can’t have you inside,” Watanuki hissed around the tongue that was trying to reach his tonsils. The words came out a jumble, but this time, Doumeki seemed to understand, as he pulled back enough to allow Watanuki to try again.

However, as he battled with the stubborn tongue of the belt, Doumeki’s head curved down to his, their forehead pressed together in a feverish rub. The wetness from their mingled breaths was starting to condense against his upper lip, and Watanuki couldn’t resist the urge to lick at the not yet there stubble, tasting the liquid.

There was a low groan and Watanuki was momentarily distracted by the feeling that rumbled through the larger body he now rested against, the vibrations traveling through every point they touched, sending uncontrollable shivers into his already liquid muscles. It took him a few moments before his over taxed brain (not enough drugs in the world to match this high) managed to figure out that Doumeki was talking.

“Don’t have anything.”

Once the words made some semblance of sense, Watanuki growled in frustration, his fingers clenching involuntarily against the mound in his palm, making Doumeki shudder. He was hard and wet, his kimono chaffing his arousal to almost sore, and when he wanted, no needed, Doumeki to provide this one thing…

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Pr0nz Part 3

cashew
2009-10-18 03:15 am UTC (link)

His other hand had slipped from Doumeki’s hair to join the one at the belt, fingers growing wetter as they fought against the slipper buckle, dipping in and out of the rather large wet patch of fabric that now adorned Doumeki’s crotch. The heat and frustration was growing stronger as the belt remain unconquered and Watanuki, with one final frustrated yowl, gave up on the belt altogether, trying for the small tab of the zipper instead.

“Idiot,” he muttered, not sure if he was talking to himself or Doumeki, as his fingers connected with the too small zipper. Pinching the tab between slick fingers he pulled, gasping in triumph when the mental gave way, releasing the turgid flesh beneath. By now, Doumeki was breathing into his ear again, harsh and rapid, each breath puffing against his lobe, making it tingle.

“Let me down,” Watanuki demanded as he tried to close his thighs, only managing to press himself harder into the unyielding muscle. His hands had already dragged out Doumeki’s cock, sliding messily against the slick length, fingers covered in warm pre-cum.

Doumeki followed his order and allowed him to slide down and his knees buckled the second his feet hit the ground. If not for Doumeki’s faster reflexes, Watanuki was sure he’d be little more than a puddle of lust at the base of the tree trunk. As it was, he was being held up by his arms, Doumeki’s large hands grasping on tight enough to leave bruises.

“Between,” Watanuki managed through clenched teeth as he tugged, dragging another subsonic groan from Doumeki. He could feel the vibration, in his hand, in his arms, and thanked the gods that Doumeki figured out what he had in mind.

Trying to get his legs beneath him, Watanuki clenched his thighs, squeezing as tight as he could as he guided the head of Doumeki’s cock into the junction at their base, sliding beneath his own arousal and past. The friction of skin on skin made Watanuki gasp, his entire body over sensitive, like a fever, trembling at the feeling of the thick erection sliding into him.

That, it seemed, was the end of Doumeki’s self control. The larger man’s hips jerked, shoving past the tightness and pressing flush against Watanuki, his own slick cock caught between exposed belly and slick cotton shirt. His kimono was brushed apart, Doumeki’s hand reaching underneath to grab one cheek while his cock thrust forward, past the sensitive stretch of skin across his perineum and teased at the edge of his hole. Another thrust crushed Watanuki into Doumeki’s chest, his arousal trapped between them and throbbing spastically, trapped at the pinnacle of orgasm and unable to fall.

One more thrust pushed him over, shuddering and eyes shut, flashes of light blinding behind the lids as his body tightened and released. A few more moments and he could feel the spread of heat between their bellies and the telltale wetness that dribbled down the back of his thighs.

They stood there, softening cocks pressed between them, still oozing the last of their release, trembling in the suddenly harsher cold. Watanuki wondered if perhaps this act was going to offend some forest spirit (coming on trees is probably a big faux pas) and made a mental note to offer the gods something extra this week.

For now, however, he remained leaning against Doumeki’s heat, forgetting everything.
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The fic is 3.6K and the porn is roughly half the length. Yeah. >.>;

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	Re: Pr0nz Part 3 tanithryudo 2009-10-19 02:04 am UTC (link)
	Finished reading. fans XD So I guess Watanuki wasn't relaxed and Doumeki not experienced enough to go at it dry? snicker :P (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Pr0nz Part 3 cashew 2009-10-19 02:54 am UTC (link)
	Yay! Watanuki's a tight ass, that hasn't changed. XD is shot Like I said, not enough intercrural sex in this world. :P (Reply to this) (Parent)